- Myllea's Dream -

"Lord Belial the Second, I will not! Not as your daughter, and certainly not as a proud and noble member of the Aensland Clan of Makai! You cannot seriously expect me to do such a thing after your death!" The Lady Morrigan, a name that had been passed down in her family every few generations or so, was shouting at her father, the current king of the Makai Realm. "If you do not rule Makai after my death, who will? I will not let it fall into the hands of the Maximoff Clan. You know better than any that members of that 'noble' house are nothing but scoundrels."

"Do NOT insult the clan to which my love belongs! I've had it with you, Lord Belial II. I will no longer be called Morrigan Aensland. I will renounce the name you have given me and become more than you or any member of the Maximoff Clan could hope to become!"

With those last words, she spread her great wings and left the castle, intending to set a course for the Castle Maximoff, in the cold northern expanses of Makai. Without hesitation, she burst through the window and landed gracefully before Demitri Maximoff, another name that was passed down through the Maximoff generations. "Morrigan, what are you doing here?"

"I can't possibly stay with my family any longer, nor can I become ruler of Makai with an unsteady heart. Let's go, run away and never come back to these places. We'll start our own noble line and laugh in the faces of those that mocked what they said could never come to be."

And so, as the dream began to become hazy and unfocused, Morrigan and Demitri flew out of the castle, not to be seen in Makai for centuries in the future.

- End Dream -

Myllea woke up in a cold sweat, surrounded by some students she never bothered to learn the names of, as well as Mrs. O'Shaughnessy, the school nurse. "Oh my dear, according to these students you suddenly collapsed in the middle f your gym class. Are ye feeling alright, or should I sign ye out of school for the remainder of the day?"

"If its alright with you, nurse, I'd like to go home."

On the way home, she was able to clearly remember some of the scenery in her dream, and she couldn't help but think that wherever the Lady Morrigan had fled from, it was a very familiar place. She walked into the spacious foyer of the castle and froze. "Of course it looked so damned familiar. It's where I've been living for years!" A voice from one of the other rooms made her heart skip a beat. "Of course you've lived here for years. This place is a part of your birth rite."

Myllea had thought she was home alone, and realized that the voice couldn't possibly belong to a member of her family. Her mother and father were both working until late into the night, and were never home during the day. "Who said that! Why are you in my house!"

"Oh shut up, girl. It's only natural we be drawn to one of the only Darkstalkers left out in the open. Or do you not know of that part of your family's lineage." Myllea's eyes narrowed. "Actually, I know nothing of my family's lineage. I come from Russia and was adopted by the people I now call my parents. They said it only natural for m to come and stay with them at the Aensland Castle."

The two people that had been speaking emerged from the shadow of the other room. One was an old Englishman, the other a nun from America. "Our names are Felicia and Jon. We're Darkstalkers, like you are, My Lady." Myllea had no idea who these people were, or why they addresses her in such a way, but she could feel from the ma sense of understanding that she hadn't felt from anyone before.

"I see. So your 'parents' haven't told you anything of who you are or where you come from?" Myllea was starting to get nervous. She had never expected to be confronted in the safety of her own home by a nun whom she now thought was crazy and an eerily silent Englishman. "Well, all they ever told me when I asked them was that I couldn't possibly be from this world, that I would be destined for far greater things in life that most people."

"Well, though we may not be able to tell you anything about yourself, we can show you where you come from, and why exactly we came here to find you." And so, without any sort of questioning, the old lady, Felicia, grabbed her by the hand and raced out the doors of the Castle Aensland, running all the way to sloping green hills. What she didn't see until she was pushed through it was the gaping hole in the fabric of space and time.

"What is this!" Myllea exclaimed. She was standing in a place that looked as if it would eat her alive, and yet was at the same time completely familiar to her. She ran a short distance from the people that brought her here. "Now do you see, My Lady? This is Makai, the land you were born to rule. It was written in the prophecies years past by the Lady Morrigan that ran off with Demitri Maximoff. She said you would be born n a world not your own, and take the universe in your protective palms, keeping it safe in your heart." Felicia and Jon both stood before her and bent into sweeping bows of awe.

Jon spoke. "Felicia and I are both Darkstalkers that have been living for generations. We both knew your parents, your real parents, and are charged with your protection." At this Myllea has to laugh, and it was the only genuine laugh of her entire life up to that point. "Your two old timers? How could you be of any protection to me? Besides, I think the two of you would serve me much better as advisors and friends."

"So, you believe us? You understand that you are the Heiress to the realms of Earth and Makai?"

"Well, I always knew I couldn't possibly come from a world that humanity was spawned from, and I seem to know some of this Makai from recurring dreams in which I was the Lady Morrigan, so yes, until I heave reason not to, I believe you. So what is this protection?"

Felicia whistled, and it seemed as though the entire realm were moving. Standing to the left and spanning a long distance, an army of cat people stood at attention. Jon let loose a wild howl, and on the side he stood, an army of werewolves mirrored the cat people. Felicia spoke. "And of course we have two old friends that would be more than happy to see the universe fall into your hands rather than those of the increasingly powerful Jedah. Yes, he has been dead since he failed to take control of the universe millennia ago, but has found a way to keep a source of power here, to return when he could draw strength from the world's strongest Darkstalker. You."

Myllea hadn't thought that there would beany sort of fighting involved. Then again, she had no idea up until moments ago that she was the Heiress to two entire Realms of power, which she still didn't fully believe. "So, maybe I should meet these friends, and find out just what exactly is supposed to happen. After all, don't all prophecies usually involve epic battles and personal struggles?" Jon and Felicia nodded, and together they walked deeper into familiar territory and impossibilities.